Chapter 1
Chapter 1
After booking my ticket, I thought they would stop their intimate encounter.
When I returned home after composing myself, I found them in the living room, locked in a passionate embrace, the air heavy with desire.
Lorenzo looked at me with lust–filled eyes, biting his lip to stay quiet while Isabella deliberately teased
him.
“Don’t worry, Lorenzo. She’s blind, she can’t see us,” Isabella whispered against his ear, throwing a contemptuous glance my way.
Lorenzo pinched her side. “Behave. She might hear something.”
“But isn’t this exciting?” she purred.
“Oh no, we’re out,” Isabella whispered just loud enough for me to hear, her lips curling into a malicious smile. “We need more protection.”
She traced her fingers down Lorenzo’s chest, casting a deliberate glance my way. “Should we make your blind wife fetch them for us? Wouldn’t that be… delicious?”
Lorenzo hesitated, conflicted, before finally speaking. “Darling, my throat hurts. Could you grab the Tylenol from the coffee table for me?”
I stared at him, pale–faced. His cheeks were flushed, eyes glazed, arms wrapped tightly around Isabella. I clenched my fists, looking bitterly at the “Tylenol” on the table – obviously a box of condoms.
Lorenzo was asking me to hand them protection.“Are you coming down with something?” I kept my voice steady despite the tears threatening to fall. “Should I call the doctor?”
“I’m fine,” Lorenzo gasped slightly as Isabella’s hands wandered beneath his shirt. “Just need to… lie down
for a while.”
“Then you should rest,” his words caught as Isabella nipped at his ear. “In the guest room, of course. Wouldn’t want me to catch your… cold.”
They stumbled down the hallway, giggling and whispering. The moment the guest room door clicked shut, my composure shattered. Silent tears tracked down my cheeks as the sound of their passion echoed through the walls they thought were thick enough to mask their betrayal.
I called my mentor at the remote mountain sanctuary.
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Seven Years of Love, Seven Minutes of Truth
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“Are you sure about returning? Once you come back to our healing community, you can’t leave. We’re completely isolated. Can you really leave Lorenzo?”
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.
My mentor paused. “Alright. Come in seven days.”
I used to hesitate because of Lorenzo. Now he made the choice for me.
I glanced at the closed guest room door, hearing their passionate sounds.
“I’ve wasted years neglecting my gift of healing. It’s time I honor it and help others at the sanctuary.”
“Good. We’ll welcome you home in eight days.”
“I’ll be there.”
After our call, Lorenzo emerged wearing a white shirt, covered in passion marks he thought I couldn’t see. After all, I was supposed to be blind.
